The mafia next door

Prologue-Fabio

I stood and looked down at the piece of shit who knelt before me between two of my men. They roughed him up pretty good, but not good enough. I kicked him in the gut and he doubled over like he was trying to melt into the floor. I gave him an upper cut punch with my right hand that almost snapped his head of. I bent low and whispered into his ear "You know John you are quite a stupid man. Stealing from me? Your boss? What made you think that you wouldn't get caught? You're an accountant John albeit not a very good one because you couldn't even steal from me properly. You are not part of the mafia family. Did you think I won't monitor you until you gained my trust?" I walked back to my desk and leaned on it casually before continuing my speech. " One year John. You have been working for me for one year. And before that? Your father. Now he was a good man.
He definitely didn't steal from the mafia boss." I shook my head at the idiot in front of me. I folded my arms over my chest. I looked at Roberto that was standing next to John. "Didn't  he live next door?" The house next door looked like a match stick next to my mansion and working quarters. Only close friends of the mafia lived there and it looks like the house is cursed because this is the second tenant  I had to kill. Well John is still alive for now but he'll be dead soon, very soon. Looks like all the people that move into that house betrays me in some ways. The previous tenant gave inside information to my enemies. Needless to say he is sleeping  with the fishes now and he will soon get a friend. I'm generous like that. "Yes." Roberto's gruff voice brought me back to the now. I looked at John who was still whimpering on the floor like the dumb bitch he is. "John I hope you like fish." John of course started crying and begging for mercy. I looked at Roberto and he took my hint as a direct order. He took John and dragged him out of my office kicking and screaming and closed the door after them. I looked at the closed door. Where have all the good men gone? I walked around my desk and looked over to my baby brother sitting on the couch reading some type of engineering book. "Luca please contact a realtor and put the place next door up for rent." He looked up at me. We're  very different from each other. He never took the crime root. He was always a bit of a nerd and took no interest in it. When he was younger I use to break the bridges he built out of what ever he could find. He would cry for hours and I wouldn't even care. I'm  a bit heartless like that. Born and bred that way. He pulled out his phone and did as I ask. Looks like were getting a new neighbor.